Said the old man to his darling love

[Charles Darnay]

My first stab at poetry in awhile...

SAID THE OLD MAN TO HIS DARLING LOVE

‘The wind is not to be trusted’,
Said the old man to the bird,
‘Put too much faith and ye may be flustered’
He tapped his fingers with every word.

But the bird, the ever-fool,
Took no notice of the man’s warn,
Too busy was she drinking from the pool.
Silver drops splashing on the bird as yellow as corn.

So the little yellow bird, in the dead of a blackened night,
Took to the heavy sky,
The old man leaning up against the oak tree watched with fright,
And as the bird was tossed up, he began to cry.

It was a terrible storm to be sure,
The old man ran for cover,
The tiny yellow bird was tossed in the wind,
Singing a sharp song – a lamment to her lover.

The old man waved with heavy hand and heart,
He pressed his lips and returned his love’s song.
For what man shouldn’t love his tiny yellow bird?
They had each other for so long.

And now at last the old man was alone,
For the first time in over ten years.
His love was dead and gone, away she had blow.
And the man watched from his seat and his eyes filled with tears.